Hoo Dew
Grab the cumbersome cobalt bottle
No, the one with the floating bits
Syrup it into kettle
Stoke the smoke with oak
Scratch in cinnamon and
ground wormwood
Fresh dandelions
Stir to boiling
Simmer for days
Haze it will bring, just past
the sting of its reality,
will knock the clocks dead
We shall fast while it brews
This shit is better than booze
A ruse of peace, pleasing, but
when it wears off…
© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
Mama Zen at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads wanted a voodoo poem in 73 words or less.
Not familiar with the occult arts, but I tell you, I’m gonna try this recipe just for kicks! Ha ha, Amy
Sharp Little Pencil 
Sreejit Poole
nice
kaykuala
Looks to be a potent brew here, Amelita! This is a real voodoo thing you’ve concocted. Yes,I wonder what it’s like and how when it wears off! Great imagery Ma’am!
Hank
Sharp Little Pencil
Hank, you were one of the people I was thinking of as far as a good audience for this poem. You have that great balance of practical and what-the-hell that makes your work a constant pleasure! Coming over now… Amy
on thehomefrontandbeyond
I serve this quite regularly on the high holidays
Sharp Little Pencil
LOL. I bet you’re a hit on Pesach!
oldegg
Tell me what you can see when you try some…if you can see anything that is.
Sharp Little Pencil
I’m not sure what it is, but it’s glittery, moving, somewhat purple, and scary as hell!!!
Kerry O'Connor
I love the sound qualities of this poem – it brings the words alive and places me beside the fire, fasting and waiting for the brew.
Sharp Little Pencil
Kerry, you are hard-core, like me! I love that in you… Amy
Sara v
Hi Amy! Love how you played with the verbs and ingredients, your poem definitely was magical 🙂
Sharp Little Pencil
Sara, c’mon over and we’ll split a pint of it, ha ha Amy
Mama Zen
“will knock the clocks dead”
Oh, that is awesome!